Wysdom, usually a ChattyFuckingKathy, clams up staring at my brother for help.
“For the love of cheeses,” I throw down my napkin and get out of my chair. “You big bunch of chickens. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I have a feeling I’m going to need more than one glass of wine.”
No one moves as I head toward the front door. Whoever is at the door must be close to the family because they have a code for the gate.
Maybe it’s Cat?
But Cat said nothing about heading to Flamingo Cove when she delivered the news about my friend’s death.
I swear I can hear warning sirens going off in my head as I reach the front door and turn the doorknob.
When the door opens, I’m staring into the most unforgettable blue eyes of all time. Eyes I once knew better than my own. Eyes that are frowning at me.
“Camellia?” I hear right before I faint.
